Supposedly, Hemingway once wrote a story in six words: "For sale: baby shoes, never worn." I'm no Hemingway, but I dig the idea of ultra-short stories.
I write them from time to time. You might like some. You can find me on Twitter at @dcwllms.

Sunday, March 23, 2014

812. Bone music

Then there is that old song.The hip bone connected to the back bone.In this version, my hand is connected to your knee bone.And we are connected to each other.